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From the diary of Satan – Supreme Sheolic Overlord, Emperor of the 666 Legions, Source of all Evil.

Dear Diary

Today was a pretty average day – there were a few light tortures in the morning, followed by lunch with Famine, and a game of chess with War. Checked in on Death this afternoon – he has quite a lovely prisoner in his lair… haven’t seen Pestilence around today – he’s had a nasty bout of the flu – note to self – bring him a Tupperware of chicken soup.

This evening I spent a few hours chillin’ in my office with some music – still trying to master the N’Sync “Bye Bye Bye” puppet dance – I’d like to have it ready for the Sheolic talent contest – I know just which prisoners to string up next to me as props! There’s no business like show business!

Had the castle’s mage work a spell to enhance our WiFi signal. I plan to take over the Twitterverse by morning! Straight from Sheol into your homes via @theonetruesatan!!! I must remember to take some cute videos of my re-animated kitty Pookie Pie for upload…those humans love their cat videos.

My butler had our resident mage design me a new RPG game for my PS4! Can’t wait to decimate those dirty angels in the virtual world AND the real world.

I guess that’s all for now – I do have an underworld to run! ‘Til tomorrow dear diary!

Satan – slayer of real AND virtual angels, dancer extraordinaire!

P.S. I had my minions do the Harlem Shake – video got over 100 likes!!!

P.P.S. People seem to think my social media accounts are marketing ploys for some new movie release…what the Sheol!

Excerpt from the Book

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Mara flopped
back on the pillows. B crawled back up her body, tucking a stray red curl
behind her ear as he smiled down at her.

“So? Was that okay?” He asked.

Mara chuckled. “If that was any more okay I think my heart
would have started beating again. You’re
definitely a fast learner and you do good work, sir.”

B gave her a cocky smile. “We’re just getting started, darling.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Mara said with a wink.

Dark AngelThe Fallen Chronicles Book 1Amanda Jones

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Publisher: New Concepts Publishing

Date of Publication: March 29, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-60394-970-5

Number of pages: 141 Word Count: 81,321

Cover Artist: Jenny Dixon

Tagline: With this fallen angel it never felt so good to be bad!

Book Description:

Katia may be a celebrated musician, but she’d always felt a little like an outsider looking in. Who knew that being abducted by a handsome stranger would set her on a crash course with her destiny…

Luc has spent an eternity keeping everyone and everything at a distance as an unstoppable darkness consumes his soul. Will his beautiful captive be his salvation, or will they both be consumed by the ultimate evil…

“Are you okay?” Katia said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Turning his head towards the sound of her voice, Luc was struck dumb yet again, but for an entirely new reason. Katia was leaning with one shoulder against the doorframe, the steam from the bathroom hung in the air behind her like mist. She was wearing the oversized white t-shirt from earlier, but now it hung loose covering the tops of her thighs, but leaving the rest of her thin, toned legs bare. Her wet hair hung in one long braid over the front of one shoulder. Luc’s mouth watered as he imagined tracing that phoenix tattoo with his tongue. With her doe-like mismatched eyes, fine features, and small, thin body, she looked like an otherworldly princess that had wandered out of her fairy tale and found herself in this awful motel. Luc’s breath caught in his throat. “Yup, everything’s good,” he said in a strangled voice.

Giving him a dubious look, Katia headed towards the bed, pulled back the covers and sat down leaning back against the headboard. Luc turned back to the mirror, watching her in it as she flipped her braid over her shoulder and leaned her head back with a sigh. Locking eyes with his own reflection, Luc started to mentally panic. There was a small problem — well, not a small problem, and it was getting bigger.

About the Author:

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Amanda Jones lives in Toronto with her exceptionally spoiled pets. Aside from sharing her crazy imagination with others through her books Amanda enjoys travelling and frequent Netflix binges. Amanda has worked in several fields including sports, music, film, corporate human resources, and is a graduate of York University and Sheridan College.